Carl is eating breakfast with his father when Glenn approaches with Maggie, they sit and talk to he and his Dad, nothing serious just making small talk. They'd been Carl's best bet for seeing sex but they were being very quiet and discreet these days so he'd been foiled there too.

"You okay Carl?" Glenn questions him as he's wondering who else he can spy on.

"Uh, yeah why?" Carl asks in return.

"You seem different is all." Glenn answers before he Rick and Maggie continue talking. But his question has caught Patrick's attention. He looks over at Carl with a frown; then a smile that makes Carl squirm in his seat moves across his face. It was not a mean smile or anything; but it was a smile that made Carl both uncomfortable and breathless.

"Hey Carl, want to play some ball later on?" Patrick has gotten up and taken his plate over to be washed, stopping by Carl's table on his way back.

"I can't, we have a big day today Pat. Sorry." And he is sorry, because Patrick has obviously forgiven him his stupidity in trying to kiss him. He liked Patrick, he wanted to keep hanging out with him.

"That's okay man, you need a hand then?" Patrick asks him with that grin that by turns makes Carl breathless and nervous on his face.

"That would be good Patrick, then I can go check the snares while Carl continues with the hoeing, that will make our day go faster. Thank you, we're obliged." Rick nods as he picks up the iPod they'd found and grabs his gloves. "You'll need some gloves though, ask Daryl for some, he's usually got some spares." He nods and clasps Carl's shoulder before heading off.

Patrick takes Rick's place, straddling the seat sideways, facing Carl as he finishes his breakfast. Glenn and Maggie wander off as well.

"You had one." He says bluntly to Carl who feels his face heating.

"Had what? We've gotta go if you're gonna help." Carl grabs his plate and the piece of meat still on it. He drops off the plate and smiles at the girl on duty who smiles back and then still gnawing on the meat he turns and walks away.

Patrick falls silently into step with him saying nothing until they're away from any prying ears. Carl's heart is beating erratically in his chest as he waits for Patrick to speak again, knowing he will, that he won't give up until Carl confirms what he's just said.

So he decides to speak before Patrick can ask him again. Finishing off his breakfast and looking around to make sure they're alone as they walk to the shed to begin their day of work Carl looks at the ground and says, "Yeah, I had one, this morning." Patrick inhales sharply beside him.

"Was it good, did you like it?" He asks quickly.

Carl nods. "It was intense, I uh, probably would have freaked if you hadn't spoken to me about it. I mean I was just thinking about them and it was like it exploded or something." Carl shakes his head without realising what he'd just said but Patrick looks over and slightly down at him with a grin.

"Yeah? Who were you thinking of? There is no way you weren't thinking of someone in particular. And were you touching yourself or did you just come right off?" His eyes are dancing behind his glasses as he looks at Carl. Carl looks up at him through his hair.

"Why is it such a big deal for you to know who I was thinking of? Or even if I was thinking of someone at all?" He's genuinely curious.

Patrick shrugs. "Want to know what turns you on is all." It's his turn to look down at the ground as they walk.

Carl looks at Patrick's profile. He was not looking at Carl this time, his usual bravado and confidence was missing. Carl frowned. As they get to the lean-to where they keep the animal feed Carl starts to get the food to feed the animals they have to take care of. He thinks of what Patrick had just said as Patrick works beside him silently. He thinks he knows why Patrick wants to know but he has to ask anyway.

"Why is that such a big deal? That you need to know who I was thinking of? Why?" He finally stops working as they're back at the lean-to and he steps into the shaded side of it so they're away from any potential prying eyes. Patrick follows him.

He stands and looks at the ground silently with one hand rubbing the back of his neck then he pushes his glasses up on his nose as he looks up at Carl. "Be nice if it was me." He says no more and Carl nods, biting his lip as he tries unsuccessfully not to blush.

"It wasn't, but I'd been thinking of you when I decided to try to uh, you know." He admits. He watches Patrick assimilate what he'd said. Patrick pushes his glasses up and rubs the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"Guess I was hoping I did it for you dude." He shrugs as if it's no big deal and turns away to continue with feeding the rest of the animals when Carl reaches out touching his arm.

"Why didn't you want to kiss me the other day then?" Carl asks quietly, his hand remains on Patrick's forearm. Patrick looks down at it then back up at Carl.

"I like you." He says no more and waits for Carl to see if Carl understands what he'd said. Carl nods.

"I like you too Pat. You're, I just like you, spending time with you and stuff, you make me nervous sometimes, but it's a good nervous you know?" Patrick nods wondering if Carl realises what'd he'd admitted. Before he can question anything Carl continues. "The guy I thought of when I came, I've thought of him for a long time, but he's too old and doesn't think of me that way anyway so I put it away, it was kind of reflex. I was thinking of something on me, then Dad and Daryl and then…him and I touched myself and I, uh came all over my stomach." Carl drops his hand from Patrick's arm and rubs his stomach reflectively.

"How'd you get rid of it then?" Patrick asks curiously.

Carl flushes uncontrollably now and turns away hanging his head. Patrick frowns as he watches. "I, well you said a good blow job means you swallow." He doesn't look back at Patrick as he mumbles his answer. Patrick gapes at him.

"You swallowed your own come?" He is shocked that Carl had done that straight away and turned on beyond belief. His dick is at full mast inside his jeans, he rubs it without even realising he's touched himself. "Tell me you can't actually suck yourself dude?" He is nearly gasping for air at the thought Carl is flexible enough to do that. That would be freaking amazing to see.

"What? No!" Carl looks at him in shock. "Wait, can you do that?" His eyes are wide as he just stares dumfounded at Patrick now.

Patrick laughs. "No way dude, but I saw it on the internet and I saw this one picture of a guy screwing another dude and he was hunched over and sucking the other guys dick at the same time. That was hot I gotta say." Carl stares at Patrick wide-eyed.

"How was he screwing the guy? We don't have…" He trails off figuring stuff in his head. "So if I was uh, having sex with you I'd be, I mean my penis would be inside your backside?" Carl is wide-eyed again as he watches Patrick standing there looking at him, his glasses are reflecting the light so Carl can't see his eyes but he wonders suddenly if they'd be like they were the other day, when he'd seen Patrick's pupils dilated. Like he's sure his had been and were now.

"Dude, yeah. Your dick would be in my arse or vice versa." Patrick is breathless now at the turn the conversation is taking. "It takes a bit of preparation you know but once it's in, it's fun, there's this spot inside that if you hit it, the guy you're inside goes insane, it can make them come."

"So you've uh, had sex before then?" Carl asks Patrick hesitantly.

"Well, yeah, a couple of times, just before all the shit went down you know?" Patrick says. Carl nods.

"Did you, were you?" Carl has no idea how to phrase the question he wants to ask.

Patrick sighs. "What you're trying to say is 'did you top or did you bottom?' that's the phrasing with guys. You top as in your dick goes inside the other guy or you bottom meaning that you take the dick, or you switch or flip, meaning you top and bottom. And to answer your question I did both, with this school friend. We were messing around, experimenting." Patrick pauses before continuing. "He was the first dead person I killed." Carl doesn't ask details. If Patrick wanted to tell him he would, but that would have been difficult, almost as difficult as what he'd had to do.

"I can't even think of that, I mean I, we only just kissed kind of." Carl trails off, he is hard and he can see Patrick is too. "I'm sorry if I did it wrong Pat." He apologises and Patrick gapes at him.

"Did what wrong?" He has no idea what Carl is talking about.

"I kissed you wrong, you groaned and stuff." Carl hangs his head.

"I groaned because you made me come, the stuff we'd been talking about had turned me on, I was telling the truth when I said if I kissed you I'd come. I did come Carl." Carl looks up at Patrick through his lashes again.

"You did? From my kissing you?" He asks as his dick does a very hard happy dance in his cargos.

"Yeah man, I did and if I kiss you like I want to now, it'll happen again so I'll be working in funky pants for the rest of the day." Patrick shakes his head as he sits down on the bench Rick had set under the lean-to.

"Take your pants down then." Carl speaks bluntly despite feeling his face heat up again.

"What?" Patrick feels like he's in the Twilight zone.

"I want you to kiss me Pat, now." Carl steps forward until he is standing directly in front of Patrick. "But I don't know what I'm doing, how to do it right, so you need to kiss me, to show me." Some part of Carl, maybe that muscle memory or genetics takes over again and he looks back at Patrick through his lashes, instinctively knowing that Patrick likes him doing that before continuing. "If you come, I'll clean you up, swallow it for you."

"Fuck Carl, you can't just say shit like that!" Patrick's dick jumps in his pants as he hisses at Carl. Even though his parents were well and truly dead he still felt weird using the F word, like he was disobeying them or something. Which was stupid when he thought about it. "And Jesus Pat, could you stop for a second and think of the real conversation you're having?" He mutters to himself and is startled when Cal laughs at him. "What?" He looks at Carl standing in front of him, but is attention is not on Carl's face. It's on the hard dick he can see pushing against Carl's cargos.

"You were talking to yourself again. And what shit can't I say? That I want you to kiss me or that if you came I'd clean you up? Because if you do kiss me Pat and you come, I will clean you up. If you don't want me to swallow you even though you said that's what someone who was good did I'll find a rag for you." Carl pauses and Patrick sees him looking at him through his lashes again before he continues. "But you said that you liked me, so that means you should want to kiss me. I want to kiss you Pat too. Now." Carl kneels there in the dirt between Patrick's legs and places his palms on Patrick's knees. He looks at Patrick straight on this time. "Kiss me Pat."

Patrick is powerless to resist Carl. And if Carl ever figures that out he'll be at the guy's mercy. He's already at his mercy because he's gonna kiss him. He's gonna kiss him and come in his pants again because there is no way he's displaying his dick for Carl until Cal will display his in return and he'd already said he wasn't ready.

"Shit, c'mere then." So saying Patrick reaches out and yanks Carl into his arms. "You want to ask me questions wait until I'm finished, for now, follow my lead." And Patrick kissed Carl. He didn't pussyfoot around, he slanted his lips over Carl's and opened them pushing his tongue straight into Carl's mouth. Patrick knew he didn't look like much, but he knew he could kiss. His best friend Luke had convinced him to let his older sister practice kissing on him. Patrick hadn't been turned on by her, but he'd learned from her just as much as she'd learned from him.

Carl's fingers flex on his knees and dig in and Patrick grins to himself. Yeah, he liked it alright. His hands move from Carl's shoulders, sliding up his neck and cupping the back of Carl's head to control his movement better as they twined in Carl's hair. It was soft. So very soft and fine as it sifted through is fingers. Patrick loved how long it was. It wasn't girly at all, it was just Carl.

Moaning softly Patrick pulls away, kissing across Carl's cheek and down his neck leaving soft, wet open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Carl was trembling in his arms, small choked whimpers coming from his throat. Patrick could feel him moving instinctively against his own dick. He doubted Carl even realised he was bringing himself off on him.

Pulling back a little he looks at Carl. His cheeks were flushed, his freckles standing out in relief and his lashes lay against his cheeks. His lips were swollen from Patrick himself, making him want to take them again. And so he does, licking them with his tongue first before he fists his hands back in Carl's hair and pulls, tilting Carl's head back, exposing his throat to him even more before he hovers his mouth over Carl's, just breathing on him. He was waiting.

And Carl opened his eyes. His pupils were blown so wide Patrick saw no colour, only black. And the look in them was slumberous, sexy as hell. He moans this time as he lowers his mouth again and pushes his tongue into Carl's mouth again. This time Carl pushes his tongue back. He is sweet tasting on Patrick's tongue.

And that movement of Carl's tongue pushes Patrick over the edge and he gasps loudly into Carl's mouth as his dick erupts in his pants. He realises dimly that Carl had shot too but is too wrapped in his own orgasm to care.

Slowly he pulls away from Carl's tempting mouth. His lips were bitten now and cherry red as well as being swollen. He'd done that. He'd made him look like that. Patrick feels his dick jump happily in his pants again as he looks at Carl's satisfied smile as it winds its way across his face.

"You liked that huh? Made you come too I know. Guess I should be right proud now shouldn't I?" Patrick laughs softly as he breathes on a hand and buffs his nails against his chest.

Carl snorts at him. "Oh yeah, you made me come. But I made you come too Pat." Carl places a palm on Patrick's hardening cock. "And is that because of me too?" He smiles at Patrick and Patrick nearly moans again as he looks at him from under his lashes.

"Man, when you're legal you are gonna be lethal. Lethal. Shit what am I saying? You're lethal now." He shakes his head. Then lifting it he looks at Carl. "Where's that rag you promised me?" Carl's eyes flutter as he comes back to the present. He looks at Patrick.

"I lied Pat, I won't help you find one. I want to clean you up myself. Say yes." Carl says. Patrick's head falls back on the wall of the lean-to with a thump.

Suddenly he feels about a hundred years old. "You're gonna be the death of me you know." Patrick sighs heavily wondering how many more times he's going to come while Carl 'practices' on him as he cleans him up today.

"This time has to be quick or your father is gonna know we goofed off. And I don't know about you but I don't need any sort of parental lecture right now, it would scar me for life and I'd never come again. My balls would shrivel up and fall of from lack of use." Patrick smiles as Carl laughs at him quietly.

"Understood, maybe I should find that rag and we should pick this up later. Maybe tonight or tomorrow?" Carl asks showing some uncertainty. As if he thinks Patrick's going to leave and change his mind.

Patrick nods and waits while Cal hunts up a rag. It's covered in dust and grime but it does the job except now his cock feels gritty, but it was preferable to spunky. Before they step out of the shadow of the lean-to Patrick hooks an arm around Carl's neck drawing him in and up against his body.

Carl feels good in his arms. "Man you feel good, can't wait to lay you right out and just lick you all over." Patrick lays a soft kiss on Carl's lips, the swelling is going down and while that's good, he's also sad to see the effect he has on Carl vanish. "Now, just so you get it through your retard skull. I like you, want to mess around with you, you turn me on, you make me come. I want to do the same with you and for you. So when you're ready, we can move on, but if you want to just fool around and kiss for a while, well I'm happy with that too. Got it?" Patrick looks down at Carl seriously, not saying anything, making sure that he understands he's serious.

Nodding Carl leans up and kisses Patrick, soft and wet before he steps back. "You like me, want to fool around with me and you're happy to go at my pace. Check." And then Carl smiles brilliantly and Patrick's dick jumps back to red alert again.

"So when can I swallow your come?"

Patrick narrows his eyes. Brat is messing with him, he just knows it. Well he could mess right back. Leaning down he kisses Carl in return and then slides his mouth over to Carl's ear before he whispers "When you come from me rimming you, then you can swallow my come. You gotta earn it kid." Patrick licks Carl's ear, smiling as he feel's Carl shiver as his tongue winds its way around the rim of his ear. "Shower together tonight?" He asks as he steps back and grabs the hoe.

"Uh, yeah okay." Carl answers absentmindedly. He grabs a hoe as well and they walk out to the field. "Pat?" Carl asks.

"Yeah?" Patrick is already focused on the hoeing they have to do, it's going to be a bitch.

"What's rimming?" Shit. Patrick thought. Shit.